他,不像其他兄弟般拥有七彩的幻衣,只有瘦长的身子,纯洁的内心,从不卑躬屈膝,阿谀奉承,可是从没有人懂得欣赏他。他的一生总是默默无闻,直至生命写上句号的一刻。“白面书生”快消失了,他回忆起他的一生——从漆黑的盒子里被一双手提起,那双手握着的应该是一支能画出彩虹的笔, He does not have colorful illusions like other brothers. He only has a lean body and a pure heart. He never bends his knees and flatters his flattery, but nobody ever appreciates him. His life was always obscure until the end of his life. The “white-faced scholar” was about to disappear. He remembered his life—he was lifted by a pair of hands from a dark box. The hands were holding a pen that could draw a rainbow.